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Oct 28, 2008 21:16

SKEIN

She will read your arterial
curves pressed flat-gathered in a box,

she will imagine a language
for your seasons-she, who only

translates fall as the ending
of monsoons-she will create

your branch, your roots digging down…

What do you say to someone

who cannot name new worlds?

find the green one with five fingers on fire

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charles valle
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